They had a dream before, A crimson one… They fantasised gore And a scarlet dawn. They pined for headless corpus And floors painted red Not with wine or love potions But with the human bloodshed Those insects wormed in eluding our sight And strived to make us shudder. Those scavengers barged in that rouge night …
On a long journey I walked tired In growing darkness I took a halt I sat somewhere unsure If I am yet alive or gone The days were long Nights were passing alone This was not the first time when I asked myself Tell me tell me where exactly do I belong Colours were getting …
In the midst of the scary land, The unhappy sky and the agonizing sea, Where you come as light, Like the bright silver lining of a cloud. The star that guides the way To show the power of energy To the common man To grow to be brave Enough to travel alone Even during the …
No matter what they whisper… That I love solitude, is not true With every blow I may not whimper But even for me, the sky is blue With the world I have tried to blend And succumbed to protect their grin But I get only solitude as a friend As they walk away someday, to …
A year has elapsed; a dozen months have passed by. Days disappeared and hours have expired into minutes. Only to see seconds vanish and give time, -a certain sense of nothingness! Once people die, do they matter anymore? I wonder – Yet, They linger in our hearts like an evening song! – did they matter …
When my mind wants to stretch as high as the sky and my soul would move in as deep as an ocean, When my voice needs to reverberate earth’s every nook and corner; and my body longs for a space to breathe my life out, Oh Mankind! Why did you imprison me? into that clusters …
I thought I was complete, and I was To which my heart did always bleat, But you filled the nada with your tweet And made my empty suit replete. I thought my emotions were bled white, and they were I had annealed my heart with every skite Your charm did awake my inner twight …
Remember yourself Unlearn the learned And return to youth– To when my thin fingers Painted the seashore With words of love. Remember, how we Watched the letters of Our names return to the sea, Paying fair due For the plunder of pearls That kiss your neck.
April fool’s day just went by. Having a reputation of being a prankster, this was a relatively silent April fools day for me. It passed and vanished into thin air. The next day, while surfing on the web, I read a friend’s status saying ” last month @ IITGN “. And then it struck me, …
IT’S YOUR DREAM, YOU MAKE IT TRUE. IT’S YOUR WAY, YOU WALK IT THROUGH. THE ACCOMPLISHMENT ALWAYS RISES YOU, A FAILURE ALWAYS DESPISES YOU. WHAT WE DO IS WHAT WE GET, AND WHAT WE THOUGHT WE ULTIMATELY MAKE. THE TRUTH LAGGING BEHIND THE WAY, TO STEAL WATER TREES CREEP DEEP, LOUD NOISE ALWAYS CHEARS THE …
